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Robots Have it so Nice.

Sometimes I get so sideways. I’m a feeler in the best and worst way. These emotions rip through me like a freight train headed on a spiral track. I can’t get it to stop. And I ask myself, “Am I crazy? But I can’t tell because I’m crazy?” I’ve studied the DSM-IV and I have dog-eared a few pages just wondering if maybe, just maybe, there are a few little diagnoses there to stick in my folder. Or better yet, a warning label on my forehead. Oh, the human condition. The more I hear about robots taking over positions in factories or being brought in to sit with the elderly, I start to envy their metal and springs. What a life. No emotions to jack you up. No confusion and misunderstanding. No confl

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